February 23rd, 2005

Stuff.

Fade has moved in with me. Woo! Life is good. (Life is also highly vertically stacked. The Monty Python bit about The Society for Putting Things On Top of Other Things is relevant here.) There are four cats who are about to undergo extensive diplomatic negotiations. And much much much much cleaning queued up for the near future.

I got a $25 barnes and noble gift card for my birthday. I bought Wil Wheaton's book "Just a Geek" with it last week, and finally read it last night. Quite good (not surprising after Dancing Barefoot), although I definitely left reading the actual book too long. I'd already read all the blog entries, most of a chapter was a cut down version of the Las Vegas Experience from Dancing Barefoot, and I'd heard him read three or four of the other chapters at Linucon or various radio interviews. So only about 1/3 of the book was actually new to me. Now I'm wondering what the sequel will be, and whether or not it'll be new to me when I read it. (P.S. It was officially strange to read Neil Gaiman's introduction which mentions Penguicon on the first page. I'd forgotten about that.)

I just got a phone call from amazon.com, attempting to recruit me. (They found my resume on my website via Google.) Alas, we didn't even get to the phone interview part because they wanted me to move to Seattle. (Not a good idea, I get light deprivation up north and go all hibernatey each winter. Well I grew up in a tropical environment with _BRIGHT_ sunlight. And Fade manages to find Austin cold. Which it is in the winter, but we only get about six weeks of it here...)

Still, nice ego boost. It's been about five years since people cold calling me with unsolicited job offers was a common enough occurrence not to cause comment. (Ah, the dot-com boom. That was fun.) Headhunters still find me, but not as often (the last one before this was back in November), and they invariably want me to move (Seattle this time, California last time). The last job that successfully found me rather than me finding it was a telecommuting gig two years ago, based out of New York. People finding you through the internet seldom live next door...

The down side is it really drives home the fact that, every day at work, I'm sitting in a _cubicle_. Of the top of my head I can name nine different employers I've worked for (before this one), and this is my first time in an actual cubicle. Sometimes I've had my own office, sometimes I've had to share an office, and sometimes I've not had space to call my own because I was telecommuting or adjunct faculty or something. Sometimes I've had a lab bench, and I was fine with that too. Yes I've had to badge into facilities before, I understand that. But a _cubicle_? Combining the worst of "open space for maximum distracting noise and minimum privacy" and "small cramped enclosed space where you can't see a window or stretch your legs". There are companies that actually use cubicles? Still? Wow. That's screwed up. IBM was much less dilbertian than this, which is kind of impressive actually. (The fact that the week I got here they were rearranging all the cubicle walls to make the cubicles smaller -- yes really -- just adds an element of surreality to the whole thing. I mean of COURSE, this is probably an annual occurrence. If you're going to put people in cubicles, it only makes _sense_ to periodically make them smaller...)

Still, if it was only the cubicle I wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, the company turns out to be everything the cubicle would suggest, and more. Ahem. Right.

Tonight I get to take Fade to Kelly and Steve's house for dinner. (No, we're eating Macaroni and Cheese, not Fade. I wouldn't share otherwise.)
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